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I build all these sufferings upon myself.
I myself forced me to the edge.
I kept on doing these.
I keep on doing these.
I'm keeping on doing these.
All the pain make me aware of myself,
and my existence comes from my awareness.
Some words should never be spoken.
I'm who made these possible and real.
Drowning in processing this kind of hatred,
maybe struggling has rooted in my soul.
These could all be the imagination in my mind.
If I can just keep my promise, if i could..
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